Yesterday a family funeral. A long life ended but the legacy of a life well lived and children, grandchildren, and great grand children continues long after life is ended. Since then I have been thinking of my own parents, now both dead, and the legacy they left me. I have been reading poetry, my solace, and I came across this from Pablo Neruda.
"They told me
many things, everything.
Not only did they touch me
and take the hand I gave them
but they were bound to my life
in such a way
that they lived in me
and were such a living part of me
that they shared half of my life
and will die half my death"
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